But of course, that meant (even more than other positions) that he would see her tattoo, which she was sure he wouldn't appreciate the same way she di....Molly removed her clothes, and walked over to her full-length mirror to admire her tattoo once more. It was really starting to grow on her. She hadn't been sure if she liked it at first, but the longer she looked at it, the more she appreciated the artistry - the smooth, neat lines, the vibrant colours ... she was almost disappointed that it was. Right now, I’m walking outside in the vast yard which surrounds my mansion. Watching my women as they work for me. It’s freezing cold outside and they’re out there working. Doing what I tell them to do. Like taking out the trash. Notice how reticent women are when it comes time to take out the trash? They’ll make any excuse not to do it. Well, not at my house. They will do as they are told or I will whip them. That’s why I carry my whip. A six-foot-long black leather whip capable of whipping. “Mnghh.” Jim felt the familiar taste of sperm. Black men’s cum, he had always found, to taste a lot more potent than his own, more virile and stronger.Before he had even time to swallow it, Jim felt his wife’s lips pressed against his. And within seconds his mouth was filled with cum and the sweet sensation of his wife’s tongue. Whilst Nancy furiously kissed him their tongues bathed in the black man’s cum.“Mmm, yess… show me.” Nancy’s wet lips left her husbands.“Nghh.” Jim tried to part his. ’ Gretchen remembered accepting that explanation for the gratuitous, borderline objectifying, threatening-a-harassment-lawsuit costuming expected of a worker bee on the thirty-third floor. After she caught Mrs. Rodriguez side-eyeing the supple curve of her skirt-clad rear end, she knew immediately that a certain someone was getting paid dividends on that ‘skanky dress code’ set in place by ‘chauvinist men.’Mug in place, Gretchen looked back and forth down the juxtaposed hallways that dead-ended.